Through the swirling and churning dust, Lucian walked out with a calm, measured step, his body flooded with black Sword Intent as he advanced. The air itself seemed to recoil from him, bending subtly beneath the oppressive weight of his presence. He
'He is matching me without even using his Sword Intent… how protagonist-like,' Lucian thought to himself, a faint curl of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. Even if Anthony was a walking, overpowered cheat, Lucian simply could not comprehend how Anthony was matching him so effortlessly, without any visible enhancement or augmentation.
